Cake
Hey… who wouldn’t be happy when cake just shows up at your door.
And even though I made up jalapeno spam poppers… it kinda sounds good.
Hey… who wouldn’t be happy when cake just shows up at your door.
And even though I made up jalapeno spam poppers… it kinda sounds good.
But did he bring tea? Because those are the options you know … tea and cake, or death!
(::in a british accent:: “and did he bring a FLAG … ?”)
It’s ironic that today’s post went up late. The sketch of Ryan I was doodling last night could have used today’s strip as a reference photo. đ But now I can be more proud of how relatively well it turned out even without the reference.
CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From my collection of Detective Joe Minotaur stories.
Detective Joe Minotaur: 19 Grams of Fat.
My name is Minotaur, Joe Minotaur. Iâm a cop. I walk the comic strip beat looking for crimes against toons and their artists. Most cops carry a gun, I carry a net, a Dryadnet (Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum).
It was approaching noon, Sgt. Hanger and I needed to find something to eat besides the cafeteria food at the Narnia Police station.
âThereâs a little theme cafĂ© opening up a few blocks over, Joe.â Cliff says. âI noticed it this morning on my way in.â
âWell, anythingâs gotta be better than the meatloaf they serve downstairs.â I say. âLetâs roll.â
We got in Cliffâs squad car. It was a late model MacGuffin with the Police Intercepter package. I hate budget cutbacks. We headed out and soon found ourselves(19 minutes later) parked near(a block and a half from) the cafĂ©. The cafĂ© was small and some of the people inside were strangely dressed. Like Cliff said, it was a theme cafĂ©. We sat down and prepared to order. The waitress soon appeared and told us of the lunch specials.
âWelcome, Gents.â she says. âI must appologize, but weâve just opened up and we only have a limited menu. Our cook, my husband, is really good and he can do a lot with what we do have.â
âWell, what have you got?â Cliff asks.
She says, âSpam.â
âSpam?â I ask.
âYeah, Spam.â she says. âBut donât worry! We can slice it really thin and call it Canadian Spam Bacon. We can slice it thick and call it a Spam steak. We can put it in a bun with a slice of pineapple. Thatâs very popular in Hawaii. We can grind it up, add mayonaise and call it Spam salad, even add red pepper and call it Deviled Spam. We can put it in the shredded potatoes and call âem, Spam Hash Browns.â
âBut, I donât like Spam.â says Cliff.
âYou donât like Spam!â she says. She stands there shaking her pencil at him. âWeâve been setting this cafĂ© up for three days and all that time, Iâve eaten nothing but Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, baked beans, Spam, Spam, Spam and Spam!â
The other patrons join in with the chant of, âSpam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, SpamâŠâ
The waitress turns and threatens them with her pencil, âSHADDUP!! Iâve had enough of you lot!â She turns back to us, âBloody Vikings! Are you going to order or not.â
I shake my head and say, âNo, because I canât think of a single food I would hate more than Spam.â Sgt. Hanger and I both stand in agreement. We head for the door.
One of the Vikings at a nearby table turns to me and says, âA wise choice, Sir. Perhaps next time, you should order the Lutefisk.â
(Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum. Dum-m, Da Dum-Dum DAHH!!)
Grey… I’ll have the cake, please. Are you also covered in bees? Do you like your coffee and your women in a plastic cup?
chug…. I know!
So… I’m a vanilla yellow cake with chocolate frosting person. Who’s with me?
Mr. Minotaur… Yes, it, and YOU, is back… Spammy!
Personally, Canadian Spam bacon sounds lovely… little bit’o A-1 on it… and baked beans…. oh… hash browns…talk about a sodium overload though! Dang it, Joe! Your writing has made me hungry!
It does seem odd to put spam and cake in the same comic. It’s a weird juxtaposition… and yet, somehow, it works.
Happy 1st Anniversary to the Tiki Bar! So between the Tiki Bar, the coffee place, and the French restaurant, Randie’s getting a well, world-balanced diet. Just add some seal flipper pie from the Inuit and she’ll have it covered!
My favorite cake is ALWAYS Angel Food. I get two for my birthday; one is frosted and has the candles. It lasts about a week. The other is unfrosted and served still in the cake pan. We just pick at it. It lasts about ten minutes.
Pete…. OH OH… I, too, love angel food cake! Hmm… do I like it more than Yellow/vanilla…? It’s close…
And Maka Koa thanks you. After all, it’s really HIS place, not Karl’s.
… and yes, there are some colorful joints in and around Cypress City, aren’t there? I’m sure that you could find some flipper on the Wharf…. right next to the Calamari Kitchen.
“Well, we’re OUT OF CAKE! We only had the three bits and didn’t expect such a rush!”
“So my choice is ‘or death’?”
Dada… “then I’ll have the chicken, please.”
‘We have boiled whale blubber, fried whale blubber, roast whale blubber, or chicken surprise.’
‘I’ll take the chicken surprise please.’
‘Here you go.’
‘Hey! This is whale blubber!’
‘Surprise!’
The Auld Grump
Dang you Randie, that’s where I was going! Crazy world of work, where you go and where you stay.
Grump… “were you surprised? I was surprised.”
Jack… hey… you’ve got a couple o’ wild tiki bars in Portland… been to any of them?